Shakespeare

Nigger listen, when I spit on the rhythm, I kill em,
Raw like the Ball of Brazilians,
You dont want war, cor the kids brilliant,
Blood, Im the heir to the throne,
Not William, Akala, smart as King Arthur,
Darker, harder, faster,
Rasclaat, I kick the illest s**t,
Its like Shakespeare, with a nigger twist,
Lyricist, Im the best on the road,
Nitro flow, oh-so-cold, Ima blow yo,
Keep the hoes, I only want dough homes,
Nobody close, Im alone in my own zone ,
No no love for the po-po,
Loco when I rock mics solo,
I hope that you know, where you dont go though,
Want it with Bolo? Must be coco,
Its William back from the dead,
But I rap bout gats and Im black instead,
Its Shakespeare, reincarnated,
Except I spit flows and strip hoes naked,
No fakin, test my blood bruv,
Its William, back as a tug cuz,
So real the s**t I kick now,
Plus I dont write, I recite my s**t now, (correct)
Straight from the top, expert timin
On top of that now, the whole things rhymin
No more tights, now jeans saggin
If I say so myself, Im much more handsome,
Dont ever compare me to rappers,
Im so quick witted that I split em like fractions,
My s**t, I tell em like this
Its like Shakespeare with a nigger twist
CHORUS
I get you pumped up,
Feelin like you drunk drunk,
When my beats bump bump,
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now
All the s**t I kick, so crazy,
There ain't no ifs or maybes,
Spit poetry so shady,
For lords on road and my hood ladies,
Pumped up, feelin like you drunk drunk,
When my beats bump bump,
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now
All the s**t I kick, so crazy,
There aint no ifs or maybes,
Spit poetry so shady,
For lords on road and my hood ladies.
Im similar to William, but a little different,
I do it for kids thats illiterate, not Elizabeth,
Stuck on the road, faces screwed up,
Feel like the world spat em out, and they
Chewed up,
Its a matrix, I try and explain it,
On the real though, still ready blaze em,
No contradiction just face it,
They so enslaved, they are worse than a agent,
I grace stages, sharp as razors,
Dont get cut cuz, keep ya distance,
No artillery, tryin be militant,
Yall dudes killin me, think that ya killin it,
Its embarrassing watchin you babblin,
Keep spittin ya darts, mine is javelins,
The hood Tiger Woods too million,
Number 1 for so long, its just getting silly,
S**t kinda like Bruce with da knuckles,
Like the first time ya ever saw Ali shuffle,
You dont want trouble, left layin in a puddle,
Bruv , you are having a bubble,
Im a whole different kettle of fish,
Thou shall not **** with dis,
My s**t, I tell em like this
Its like Shakespeare with a nigger twist.
I get you pumped up,
Feelin like you drunk drunk,
When my beats bump bump,
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood,now
All the s**t I kick, so crazy,
There aint no ifs or maybes,
Spit poetry so shady,
For lords on road and my hood ladies,
Pumped up, feelin like you drunk drunk,
When my beats bump bump,
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now
All the s**t I kick, so crazy,
There aint no ifs or maybes,
Spit poetry so shady,
For lords on road and my hood ladies.
To be fair, no MC close to the man,
Little just come youths jumpin out of they pram,
Everybody badman, behind a mic stand,
Its not creative, one bag of hype, and
If you buss a ting, wheres the mash?
Move so much food? Wheres the cats?
These dudes aint real, they just rap,
I dont spit what I dont know,
Just the facts,
No talks of rocks I aint sold,
Shots I aint blown, so cold and I own my own,
My business ridiculous,
Sick with it, quick witted,
Companies head to head an liquidate it,
Welcome to illa state, meet ya fate mate,
Talk truth but we dont play games,
Move sick, look sample techno,
Never pull a ting, if it aint gonna let go,
Thats that, rap track,
Clap ya like a black gat,
Back chat, crack back,
Im the nigger, thats that, (Beat)
The rest of these kids is irrelevant,
Dont compare me to him,
Thats just bigoted ,
Im on my own s**t,
***** aint spit,
Its no democracy; dictatorship,
So ***** hate my s**t,
Im sick, raise ya spliff,
Im swift, blaze em quick,
My hits, major s**t,
I flip phrases quick,
My sick razor s**t,
Give thick grazes quick,
And chicks say hes crisp,
Its not a rumour;
That kid Akala,
Its not 'Ack-a-la', beg ya pardon,
Dont get it twisted,
Your on the sideline like a mistress ,
Im the whizzkid, with the sick s**t,
My s**t, I tell em like this,
Its like Shakespeare, with a nigger twist.
I get you pumped up,
Feelin like you drunk drunk,
When my beats bump bump,
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now
All the s**t I kick, so crazy,
There aint no ifs or maybes,
Spit poetry so shady,
For lords on road and my hood ladies,
Pumped up, feelin like you drunk drunk,
When my beats bump bump,
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now
All the s**t I kick, so crazy,
There aint no ifs or maybes,
Spit poetry so shady,
For lords on road and my hood ladies.
pumped up,
Feelin like you drunk drunk,
When my beats bump bump,
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now
All the s**t I kick, so crazy,
There aint no ifs or maybes,
Spit poetry so shady,
For lords on road and my hood ladies,
Pumped up, feelin like you drunk drunk,
When my beats bump bump,
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now
All the s**t I kick, so crazy,
There aint no ifs or maybes,
Spit poetry so shady,
For lords on road and my hood ladies.